The hot water streamed over my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat simmering deep inside me.
Logan had kissed me—barely. His lips had only brushed mine, but it was enough to set something dangerous into motion. A hunger I didn’t want to name. A pulse that wouldn’t quit.
I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve slapped him.
But I didn’t.
Now, every second alone in this house felt like a countdown to something I couldn’t stop.
Steam filled the bathroom, curling around my body. I closed my eyes and leaned against the tile, biting my lip to keep from thinking about him. About the way he looked at me like he knew every secret I didn’t want to confess.
A soft knock on the bathroom door made me jolt.
My heart pounded.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. “What?” I called
